Transcript lyrics

[Intro]
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherf*cker up)
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Uh, uh
Uh, uh

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, b*tch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the f*ck your ass here
You would think I was bangin' OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last n*gga? Okay, go blam him
b*tch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
n*ggas late as f*ck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty n*ggas up, f*ckin' good, she had a bad year
Them n*ggas be cappin', b*tch, you know we got a bag here

[Verse 1]
Throw the strip club up, swing them ones like it's confetti
f*ckеd her with a rubber, but the lil' b*tch say shе pregnant
Uh, inside all-white, but the outside look spaghetti
f*cked her all night, slow and fast like DJ Fetti
A b*tch asked me for five hundred, I cut her off 'cause she petty
b*tch, I give a band and up, I give you five K if you ready
Pimpin' ain't easy, I'm only goin', b*tch, if I let it
Uh, I'm a real heater, I sling that iron, I sling machetes
Uh, my b*tches all organic, I cut 'em off if they use edit
Young turnt n*gga, I want a bag, I don't want credit
Uh, that money gon' buy a brick, but you can't but that sh*t with credit
I was talkin' cash sh*t, but if you up, then I'ma bet it
You f*ck all of her broads, sh*t, you broke, n*gga, I said it
I'm bust up than a b*tch, come check my wrist, flaw settin'
I bought a b*tch a ring, but we ain't ready for no weddin'
I know these n*ggas snake, I can see these n*ggas sheddin'
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, b*tch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the f*ck your ass here
You'd think I was bangin' OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last n*gga? Okay, go blam him
b*tch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
n*ggas late as f*ck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty n*ggas up, f*ckin' good, she had a bad year
Them n*ggas be cappin', b*tch, you know we got a bag here

[Verse 2]
Uh, uh, b*tch, you know we got the bag here
Uh, uh, b*tch, you know we got that cash
Rip off paper tag, switched again, then smash
We ain't pickin' faces, whoop a b*tch and a n*gga ass
Bruises on my hand 'cause I been trappin' glass bags
Your door swingin' hard as f*ck, I got some gas bags
You lookin' for me, just post, "Prince of Bubba," with the hashtag
We don't do no rap beef, drop the lo', we spank his ass

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, ayy, Louis V to my last trip, b*tch, stick to the transcript
Ho, you wasn't invited, tell me why the f*ck your ass here
You'd think I was bangin' OTF, only the fam' here
Oh, you got that lo' to the last n*gga? Okay, go blam him
b*tch can't come back over to the penthouse, she left her lash here
n*ggas late as f*ck, ran up seven M's last year
Twenty n*ggas up, f*ckin' good, she had a bad year
Them n*ggas be cappin', b*tch, you know we got a bag here